❝ i would say i dont have kids in my basement but we all know that's not true ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊
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[ THE ICE RINK ]
t.shoto x ( gender neutral ) reader
₊˚꒰:: IN WHICH
a traumatised lil handsome boy, who uses ice skating to cope, and a dumb b...
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— SIGHING, shoto got his shoes and headed out towards the door.
"shoto? where are you going?", his sister popped out from the kitchen to where he was.
"to the ice rink." ,he blankly replied and went out, not forgetting to close the door after.
fuyumi stood there with a small frown on her face, her mind racing to other things before she mumbled out a small 'take care' and went back to the kitchen.
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shoto walked his way towards the ice rink, which was open all year. two weeks after his mother had started to teach him how to skate, she was sent a mental ward after the whole teapot incident.
shoto didn't blame his mother for his scar. he blamed himself.
it was his fault that he was cursed with the left side that reminded his poor mother of her husband's face. shoto, himself, was extremely embarrassed for being born the way he was.
he learnt how to ice skate all on his own because it reminded him of the memories him and his mother shared, although she probably hates him. he used ice skating as a way to cope and had been going to the same ice rink for the past six years. all the workers over there knew him by now and watched him slowly progress.
Mrs.Sohma, the lady who managed the ice skates, was his favourite. she treated shoto like a son and he got all the motherly love, which he lacked when growing up, from her. this didn't stop the other workers from being close to shoto, although he was a tad bit dense and didn't speak much.
hands in his pockets, he strided his way down the lane, taking god knows how many turns before coming towards a stop in front of a place with a huge board reading, "AMANE ICE SKATING RINK".
pushing open the door, he was met with the cool air coming from the ice. the place was lively as usual, the rink occupied with a bunch of people; couples, kids, adults, teenagers and newbies. the workers were all busy assisting someone or the other. it was a fairly busy day.
he walked his way towards the ticket counter, buying a pass for the next two hours and headed off the booth where you could lend ice skates.
"shoto! nice to see you again!", mrs.sohma 's cheery voice spoke.
"nice to see you again, too, mrs.sohma."
"how are your siblings doing,shoto?", she asked while heading off to another counter to get shoto's usual skates.
"they're well. although natsuo finished all the sweets which fuyumi made and almost ended up dying from her rage, he's fine."
